Saturday, April 30

Classin' up the joint

Today, J.R. bought me a fancy watch. Apparently, just because I'm awesome. I find it hard to argue with that, but I didn't need a new watch. Sure, my watch was slightly old. Extremely battered. I'd replaced the band and battery so many times, I'd paid more for the replacement parts than the original watch. But still. It was fine. Not as fine as my new fine-ass watch, though.

Did you check this shit out? The watch is gorgeous, sure, but the packaging is equally nice -- look at all that Burberry put into this baby.

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